I somehow got a Saturday off one day from work and my ex and I wanted to celibrate. The sex was amazing...yadda yadda...and then I wake up Sunday morning to get ready for work and I have a horrible pain in my tummy. I look in the mirror and I see a bruise about the size of a tennis ball and as round as can be. He bit my stomach. God, I didn't know if I wanted to thank him for the sex or punch him for the bruise.